Page 59 of The Fire Walker
I let my hand trail up his leg, and my fingers curled into his shirt, brushing against the bare skin of his hip. My body was shifting itself forward, drawn to him like a magnet, desperate for something.Anything.
Finally drawing on some confidence, I looked up and almost gasped when I saw how close we were. His eyes were taking me in, lingering on my lips. I was too afraid to move, too afraid that any sudden movements would scare him away like a wildanimal.
Our noses brushed together, his breath tickling against my skin. He smelt like beer, blood, and antiseptic mixed with the spicy cologne he usually wore. The cologne that would always remind me ofhim.
Kiss me, I urged silently,kissme.
Taking a chance, I brushed my lips against his, my whole body prickling with anticipation. At the last second, I felt himtense.
“Don’t,” he whispered, and I jerked back, breakingcontact.
God, he just woke this thing inside of me that couldn’t be sated. I wanted to latch on and never let go. I wanted to feel his lips on mine again. I understood how he’d felt now, and it made what I did all the more painful. He didn’t want me anymore. I’d royally screwed it up.Forever.
“Dee?” I whispered, staring at my hands because I was too much of a coward to look him in the eye. Fingers took the wipe from my hand and tossed it in the plastic bag from earlier. When the silence stretched on and he didn’t reply, I just said what was on my mind. “I am sorry, you know. Foreverything.”
The only sound that broke the silence was the thrumming of my heart in my ears. Surely he could hear it? I didn’t know what else I could do to show him. What else I couldsay.
When he got up and closed himself in the bathroom, I let the tears I’d been holding infall.
